The Sinister Mantis Clan Lyrics

It's the Virginia man from, the ninja clan of

Bandits dubbed and branded The Sinister Mantis

Choke-slammin every foe who advances

I'm damned, broke mosta the Ten Commandment



Commandin' a clique, standin ready to injure

From spring to winter, stick something in ya

Sharp, hit ya heart, reduce ya to cinders

Put ya in the furnace, burnin ya in the



Worst way, minutes of hurt, flames spinning

Swirling, whipping and turning, hang trippin

Learnin pain, skin rippin like lame linen

No foot-prints left in any places I been in



Emerge from my chamber in a cape with a banger

Hangin from my waist, with fangs of titanium

Seek beats like steam-rollers seek pavement

Roll-bars like I flip stolen jeep wranglers



Running from the police, mangle ya faces

Ya being strangled in eight different places

Ya circulation is rotating like the platelets

In the veins of a nervous patient



Assassination tactics, crack ribs

"safe" ain't an adjective, attached to kids

That I be clashing with, I hafta to win

Smash every track as if it's my last, to spit



Get graphic, with every image I plaster

On your brain matter, heavy hitter that flashes

Jabs so fast it splatters nose cavities, fracturing

Bone that stabs at ya hypothalamus



Any parta you I dislike, I'll slice outta you

Any harder kid on the mic, I sight rapping who

Has a slight attitude, I'll wipe it right outta you

Battle you? you ain't even ripened, you outta juice



I squeeze emcees, it pleases me, to see you bleed

I sweep from the trees and swing

My tight arms, the py-thon who needs to eat

Tighten on any cypher that spawns beneath ME



It's DZ... enemies keep my CD

On repeat, that's the only way they'll see D

Easy - I'll leave you knee deep and freezing

Six knees deep underneath leaves-and-seeds, see



The reason I'm creepin with silenced stainless

Steel-is the reason I'm real violent: hatred

Anybody wanna rumble? say sh** ... I'm wasting 'em

Claps are muffled like the basement of stadiums



Act rough, you bout to get a standing ovation

Smack up your mother for the way she raised ya, b***

I'm hated cuz I rap stuff you wack punks created

And got laughed at for saying, but maybe if



You actually had a ounce of hostility

In that weak sounding, lousy delivery

To rouse me and at LEAST make me THINK you'd kill-a-G

You'd be down, but for now, these people are feeling me



I'm on some other sh** , orbit the four corners

Of the globe ready for war, in a mothership

Hovering, a force whose explored more coordinates

Than astronomers have uncovered yet, I'm runnin sh**